"Not too long," she reassured him as he sunk into the ground and reformed in front of her. His next question caught her a little off gaurd and she thought carefully for a moment. "Emotions make you weak," she said slowly, carefully. "Making friends...will only end up being a liability." Her mismatching eyes looked up at him for a moment as she leaned back on her palms.
"And you? Why do you distance yourself?" She asked him, figuring it only fair since he had asked her the same thing. And, in all honesty, she was a little curious.
Yaku looked to the ground in front of him. "Miss trust. Even my own clan disregarded me." He said, looking at the sand-dummies. He quickly raised his had and the 'clone' shattered with nearly a hundred sand lances about two feet long each, all the sand dropping to the ground. "I'm a freak of my own clan. Something that happens ever few generations or so. I can hardly do the twin manipulation of wind and sand chakras, but my sand control if beyond that of normal. I'm nearly the same as the great Kazekage Sabaku No Gaara. I even have the berserker fury that matches his blood lust before he became Kazekage." He informed.
He then started to walk off. "Not many understand the pain I go through." He added as he continued to walk from the field. "I don't expect you to understand either." He finished, leaping to the air and disappearing.
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